Bao Yancheng opened the drawer with an unchanged expression and took out another work ID, handing it over.
Wen Wanzhi didn't speak again and obediently took it, feeling a bit amused inside.
She noticed Bao Yancheng's ears turn red.
So, he could also feel embarrassed and shy.
Glancing at the information on the work ID, Wen Wanzhi's expression became more reserved.
Shouldn't she be in the design or management departments?
Why did her ID say her position was, Special Assistant to the President?
Bao Yancheng saw the hesitation on Wen Wanzhi's face; his hands interlocked, his tone void of any discernible emotion.
"After all, the fashion design business has always been something Cheng Tong and I manage personally. Placing you in the president's office is also for convenience in handling matters."
Watching the fleeting sharpness in Bao Yancheng's eyes, Wen Wanzhi understood in her heart.
Bao Yancheng couldn't possibly have placed her by his side just for convenience.